I Check My Bank Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Sir Mixalot

I'm peelin off domes with a baseball bat 

Forty four Magnum choice of gat 

Mercury tip fillin up my clip 

I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip 

but boom look at all the niggaz runnin out the room 

Just another soldier causin doom 

No I don't bang but I like to wound... my enemy 

Who is the enemy I'm glad you asked 

Any motherfucker standin in my path 

Got a Bentley Turbo now you wanna jack 

but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped 

And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin 

Record companies think you're missin 

But I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)* 

I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)* 

I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM* 

Now the positive rhymes is onnnn 

And I'm positively hittin that dome 

You might want mine but you can't get mine 

Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind 

I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup 

And I don't wear a Giorgio suit 

but I'm down for my business so please don't step 

You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank 

Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot 

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich" 

Checkin my bank 

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich" 

AhhhI checks my bank 

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich" 

Straight checkin my bank 

"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money" 

In the magazine I look like a dope man 

cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin up to no man 

And in the rap game I gets no respect 

cause I'm checkin more bank than the Heat check 

Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system 

Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him 

But nah I'm just pumpin straight facts 

You either be a mack, or you get macked 

Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss 

But this HK's keepin em tossed 

Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range 

*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed 

I'm about making these dividends 

and every motherfucker ain't my friend 

And I check my back when I count my snaps 

And niggaz that snatch get slapped 

Girls wanna roll, that's cool 

but I'm not to be played that fool 

Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin 

but I've be down, so quit trippin 

My goal, to increase the size of this bank 

I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down 

to roll, and keep all the shit under my control 

That's how I'm livin, I check my bank 

Chorus: DJ Punisher 

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" 

"Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan" 

*repeat 2X* 

I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch* 

C'mon Punish! "Cash money" 

A word to the cops, I can't be stopped 

A word to my enemies, I don't drop props 

A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops 

You can run up with your whip but you'll just run up and get popped 

A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall 

A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all 

A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall 

You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all 

Straight laced game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks 

Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks 

I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes 

*Beastie Boys scratch "What's the time?"* 

It's time to get paid in the nine-two G 

Recession never stopped a nigga like me 

I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on edge 

Puttin CEO's to bed 

Business, straight yankin in dead presidents 

It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent 

The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine 

My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank 

Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha 

Yup, I check my bank, sheeit 

Straight checkin my bank 

C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin* 

Punish em! Punish em! 

Show these DJ's what time it is Punish 

Peace out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank 

I checks my bank 

I checks my bank, straight paid clown 

Checkin my bank 

I checks my bank!